Check my history, and you’ll see that my Obama Koolaid-drinking credentials are unimpeachable. According to expert sources (my wife), since 2006, I have been Obama’s top cheerleader through the thick, the thin, the good times and the bad.
Whether it was the FISA flip or the bowling flop, the arugala slip or the post-partisan slop, I never flinched. My support for Obama remained as steady as the great Reverend Wright media drumbeat of 2008. And, as Obama ever so delicately reached out after the election to his former political foes and eschewed "politics as usual," I excused him.
Then, through the course of his transition, I lavished Obama with benefit of the doubt, and, until today, I was among the 76% super pleased with his pre-handling of the Presidency. But, as I type this, my confidence is rattled and my optimism is shaken. The hope I had for a new, glorious chapter in American history is now ceding to an ominous worry that I might need to dust off my passport after all.
I’ve made numerous promises to my seven-year old about his brightening future, but some unsettling news beyond my control (or Obama’s) risks exposing me as an unadulterated fraud. Behold that which has caused me such enormous alarm—Dick Cheney’s damning praise of Obama’s national security team:
"I must say, I think it's a pretty good team," Cheney said of Obama's national security choices, in a segment of the interview broadcast Tuesday on "Good Morning America."
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